Wasteland

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
Lying face-down on a hard dirt floor
Do you know who is still keeping score?

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
I can’t see what the future is for
There’s nothing in this world to hope for

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
The future is bleak, the past is war
What can we give to those who implore?

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
My vigor has been drained to the core
Except for fear, life’s a complete bore

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
Got no strength to fight, no wings to soar
Can’t fly away, can’t march with the corps

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
No one’s healthy here, just pain and gore
All the doctors and drugs can’t restore

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
“Healthy” people can’t hide anymore
Their idols have fallen to the floor

My brain is bruised, and my heart is sore
Hope is a savior on a far shore
A gleam of light through an unsealed door

Our life is crushed, but there is a spore
A seed that seeks to find and explore
A new world in which no one keeps score

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